Writers Block 01

Christian stared at the glowing cursor blinking on the screen. The very blank screen.

The words just weren't coming.

It had been days since he'd made any real progress, and no matter how many times he'd gone over the outline or reworked the plot, everything seemed to fall flat. The pressure of a deadline was weighing on him, but that only made it harder to focus.

He rubbed his temples and sighed.

The door creaked open, and Elizabeth stepped inside, her smell of her perfume filling the room and making him smile. He spun around in his office chair and enjoyed the site of his wife. She wore a soft, dark sweater and a pair of jeans, but it was the necklace around her neck that caught his attention. Or rather, the shiny gold key hanging from it.

"Still stuck?" Her voice was soft, but there was a playful edge to it. She leaned against the doorframe, her gaze fixed on him.

"Yeah," Christian admitted, pulling his eyes up to meet hers and slumping in his chair. "I don't know what happened. I thought I had this figured out, but now it feels like I've painted myself into a corner."

Elizabeth stepped into the room, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She gently brushing a stray piece of hair from her face and sat on his lap, looping her arms around his neck. "Well, maybe you just need a break."

She gave him a quick kiss, then leaned forward so her lips were right next to his ear. "And a little motivation."

Christian raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Motivation?"

Elizabeth's smile curled upward, and she pulled back so that she was eye level with him, her fingers tracing the edge of the desk. "I think you're just missing the right kind of incentive," she said, her voice light but with a certain suggestiveness. "I know how hard you've been working baby. Why don't you go and take a shower to relax? I'll join you in a minute."

"Or we could do something that will make us need a shower first," he said with a grin.

She laughed, shaking her head. "Nice try."

"But-"

"Go take a shower," she stood up. "I'll join you shortly."

She kissed his forehead and then walked out. He couldn't help but admire the sway of her ass as she left.

With a sigh, he took one last look at the blank page behind him, then shrugged and headed to the bathroom.

The warm water felt good, and the tension from sitting in front of the computer for the last hour started to melt. A minute later, he heard the door open behind him.

"Eyes ahead," Elizabeth said her voice low and soft. She set something on the tile in the shower before stepping in and closing the door.

"Yes ma'am," he replied.

"You know whats coming?"

The image of the key hanging from her neck flashed through his head.

"Yes ma'am."

She reached around and hugged him, her breasts pressing into his back. For a moment, they just stood in silence, enjoying the warmth of the water and each other's skin.

Then her hands dropped down, one cupping his balls and the other stroking his hardening shaft.

"You're going to be a good boy for me, aren't you?"

Christian groaned and nodded.

"You're going to focus," she whispered, her hands moving in a slow, steady rhythm. "You're going use that brilliant brain to write the most incredible novel this world has every seen."

"Please..."

"Not yet baby," she said, though she did stop moving. Instead her hands just squeezed gently. "And I am going to help you stay focused. You know how I'm going to do that?"

"You're going to lock my cock up," he panted.

"No," she said. "I'm going to lock MY cock up. From now until you're finished, it belongs to me. And I don't want you playing with it, or getting distracted thinking about what you want to do with it, so I'm going to make sure you can't. You're going to write every day, and each time you hit a 10,000 word milestone, you'll get a treat. How's that sound?"

"Do I get a treat now?"

"Have you written 10,000 words?"

"Well... I just thought, you know, it'd be good to start with- EEP!"

She giggled and relaxed her death grip on his balls a hair.

"You were saying?"

"No ma'am," he said. "Haven't hit ten thousand so no treat."

"I know baby," she said. "Thats why I'm here to help. Now, this won't work if you're too excited."

She released him, and he had to swallow hard.

"If this doesn't fit when I try to put it on in 30 seconds, it'll be 15,000 before your first treat."

"Thats not-"

"Careful... 25 seconds."

Christian swore, but reached over and yanked the shower to cold. Instantly, the water turned to ice, and he grit his teeth against the assault on his dick.

He felt her behind him again, but this time when she reached around, she gently pushed his soft shaft and shriveled balls through the ring on the cage. Then came the sheath. With a twist, she locked him away and pulled the key out.

"Good boy," she whispered as she pushed the water back to warm. "You're all mine now."

"I'm always all yours," he said.

"Damn right," she put her hands on his shoulders to turn him to face her. Then she reached up and took his face in her hands, one still holding the key, and pulled him down to kiss him. It wasn't the chaste peck she'd given him earlier, but rather a full tongue invasion. Still kissing him, she pushed him out of the water and to the wall. Then she spun so her back was against the tile before pushing his face away and putting her hands on his shoulders.

"Why don't we practice that focus on another immediate need," she said with a smirk as she pushed him to his knees.

"Not fair," he grumbled.

"Should have written faster," she said. "But for now..."

She put a hand on the back of his head and pulled his mouth where she wanted him.

As he started to lick in a slow, steady pattern that she'd taught him. Even with the warm water running down her chest and stomach, he could taste her sweetness. Every stroke sent a tiny pulse through his caged dick, straining against the cage in delicious agony.

"Oh, baby thats good," she moaned. "God this orgasm is going to feel amazing. Almost as good as if I were riding my cock. If only someone had been a good boy earlier."

He growled into her pussy, which only made her laugh.

"Don't worry," she continued. "I'll be sure to take good care of my cock when I decide to let it out. I'll probably lick it, stroke it, probably ride it. You do know how I- EEY!"

It was his turn to grin as he slipped a finger inside her. Hooking his finger, he stroked her inner wall in a way that made her whole body shake.

"Fuck, right there. Don't stop. Don't you... oh fuck."

Her voice came out a few octaves higher on the last fuck. Her hand in his hair tightened, threatening to rip his hair out, but he didn't dare stop. Her head fell back and her spine arched away from the wall, giving him the most magnificent view of her breasts, though it was a bit difficult to fully enjoy with the water streaming into his eyes.

Finally, she relaxed and pulled his head back from her pussy without opening her eyes. She held his face in the water without realizing it, but he didn't mind. She was enough of a sight that he'd happy endure a bit of water to keep watching her.

"Good boy," she said. "Very good boy."

"Good enough to get a treat?"

She cracked her right eye open to glare down at him.

"You're lucky I don't add to your sentence for asking."

"If you add a sentence, that'll just help me hit my word count."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "You and your stupid dad jokes... You better hope that kind of banter makes it onto the page."

Christian chuckled. "Yes ma'am."